User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-1298206-20110729212805/@comment-3135907-20110730150213

Two more magpies fall, and a rat also falls from the crow's nest, a jackdaw still clutching him in a death embrace. The stoat is counting off the numbers of the rook swarm, now starting to get within countability. "A hunnerd eighty-nine; a hunnerd eighty-eight - no, seven now...Where is Cap'n Raznare an' the others?" he gulps. Counting his own mates, he finds he has nine left. Captain Raznare will come to our aid. He's only about two miles- "Wait, I kin see him an' the others! That must be them! There! On the horizon, wait, they're closer'n that! How far d'yew think, Ritchy?" Ritchy, a keen-eyed little rat, climbs up to the crow's nest(shield in paw, of course) and views the crew. "They must only be a mile or two away," he says excitedly.